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**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** “Ric” “Mateo” and “Miguel” appear in several of @chi4loads’ stories, including “Ric’s Freshman Year,” and,” and “Ric's 2nd Year At University,” with gracious permission from @chi4loads. You should all read them, they are smokin’ hot stories! [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/75558-rics-2nd-year-at-university/ CHAPTER 6: As arranged, Matthew Hill met them at the shopping mall, which was bustling with activity – groups of teenagers running and shouting and making mischief, Moms with kids in strollers, elderly people doing a mall-walk circuit, sullen mall employees shuffling around with brooms or maybe store workers on a break, sneaking cigarettes just outside the entrance or eating a quick lunch in the food court. He arranged to meet them here, as it was a central place to all three men. Ric and Mateo lived not three miles away in a affluent suburb while Matthew’s medical practice was a few miles in the other direction. Matthew hadn’t seen them since college graduation ceremonies 10 years ago – and even then, it was just a quick shake of hands and a whispered message, from Mateo into Matthew’s ear: “Anytime you want some pure toxic seed, Ric and I are available…we’re never going on meds, so whenever you’re ready, Matty.” “Matty.” They were the only people who ever had called him that, and the sound of it coming from Ric or Mateo’s lips always got Matthew’s cock stirring, just a bit. He had worked so hard to become “Dr Hill,” that them calling him “Matty” was almost thrilling, in a sneaky, almost forbidden way. He couldn’t fully explain it, all he knew was it made his cock stir. Maybe it was the way they both fascinated and frightened him in college, with their unabashed celebration of their shared HIV status. “Hey, Matty,” he heard behind him, as they approached him on the 2nd floor by the escalators, the place they all agreed to meet. “You look great, Matty,” Mateo said “being a rich doctor certainly agrees with you.” “Oh, I don’t know about rich,” the young doctor replied, “my student loans say otherwise.” “Well, whatever it is,” Ric answered “it agrees with you….except for that one thing missing, right,” he said smiling and running his hands over his stomach and down to his crotch. Motioning ahead of them and off to the right, Ric points the way and says “It’s over here, cmon, boys, let’s get pozzing.” They led him through the throngs of people and stopped in front of what was soon to be a new store at this location: Mattress Universe, or so said the just-installed sign above the entrance, which was closed with a steel cage and a solid steel door behind that. Ric pulled out from his pocket a large ring of keys and finding the right one, unlocked the gate and pulled it upwards so the other 2 men and he could get to the galvanized steel door that came down from above. Unlocking and lifting that up, Ric and Mateo and Matthew stepped inside the empty store and slammed the heavy door closed behind them, although Ric left about a foot of space at the bottom of the metal door, meaning someone on their hands and knees could peer into this place if they wanted. “You leave that opened a bit like that,” Matthew asked, pointing to the space between the metal gate and the floor. “What if someone sees?” “Then they see,” Mateo calmly answered as he moved towards a row of mattress. It pays to advertise. Anyone gets offended they keep moving. Anyone gets excited, they might come back sometime to see what’s going on.” “And anyway,” Ric said, shaking the ring of keys “We’re the mall managers, we got every right to be here. We’re just lucky this store won’t be open for another 2 months…prime pozzing space!” “Now, Matty, get out of those clothes, or do we have to do that for you?” Mateo asked, unbuttoning his shirt and moving towards Matthew. The two men, poz predators that they are, circled around Matthew, who for the first time in his quest for poz status, looked wary of these alpha poz hunters as they sized up their prey. Matthew slowly undressed, undoing the buttons on his Oxford shirt and stripping off the white undershirt, exposing his lean and muscular frame. Ric and Mateo both were in no mood to wait for they were out of their clothes with Ric in front of the young doctor and Mateo in back, pressing his hardening poz, unmedicated, full-blown cock up against the negative flesh of Matthew’s bubble butt. Spitting in his hand and lubing up his AIDS-pole, Mateo quickly pushed Matthew down and drove his cock up the young doctor’s furry little hole, with Matthew letting out a sharp yelp. Mateo withdrew the invading toxic weapon “Nah, we wouldn’t do that to you, would we, Ric,” he assured Matthew, laughing at it. “No, we’ll go easy on you, Matty,” Ric reassured him, with a conspiratorial glance at his husband Mateo. They then led the idealistic young doctor over to a plastic-covered king-sized mattress, Ric telling his partner in depravity “I wanted to pierce his bubble butt first,” half-scolding his hubby Mateo, adding “been waiting 10 years to get up that pussy!” “But first, let’s get this plastic off of this thing,” he said, ripping up the covering from the mattress. Let’s christen this motherfucker right. We don’t ever fuck with a barrier.” They pushed Matthew down on the bed and lifted up his legs for easy access to the negative fuckhole they were about to violate. Mateo, deferring to Ric this time, lubed up his husband’s high-viral cock and Ric responded with beads of viral pre-cum from his pierced cockhead. Mateo gathered some of the seminal fluid on his fingertips and brought them to Matthew’s waiting mouth. “That’s the taste of HIV…enjoy it.” “OK, Matty, here we go, and once we’re in, we’re finishing this job and bringing you into the brotherhood,” Ric announced, plunging the slicked-up pole deep up the young doctor’s cunt. “Yeah, right to the hilt, you’ve got it Matty,” he told the doctor who was squirming at the anal assault, but Mateo lent his hubby a hand by holding down the young doctor and gripping him tightly. Was it a warm, loving embrace or a controlling hold to keep him from getting away, Matthew wondered as Ric drove his cock deeply in and out, while Mateo made sure he couldn’t move too much. Ric’s poz pre-cum was already infiltrating his system, marking him as one of the hundreds of men Ric and Mateo have added to their collection. How ever many further conversions those hundreds of men completed would never be known. Ric was clearly relishing the long-awaited opportunity to breed and seed the one from college “that got away,” for Matthew was literally the only guy who rebuffed Ric and Mateo’s advances and offers to join them in the brotherhood that is HIV/AIDS. But now, at last, his unmedicated cum is going to release its venom on this young doctor’s tight little hole. But as per his arrangement with his loving husband Mateo, his initial fuck of Matthew would now give way to Mateo’s rock hard 9-inch viral cock, and Ric withdrew from Matthew’s mancunt and made way for his husband. Mateo shifted around and without so much as a word to their victim, he drove the AIDS-stick deep up Matthew’s neg hole and let out a string of utterances highlighting his pleasure at the carnal and debauched infection of this young physician. “Oh, yeah, that’s the way, Matty, hold that ass open for me and my toxic cock…it’s working you over right now, Ric and my mutual strain bringing you right into Club Poz.” Mateo, fucking fast and furiously, couldn’t hold out much longer and intensifying his pounding of the doctor’s butthole, he unleashed a torrent of AIDS-cum inside Matthew’s cunt. Even for the multi-cumming Mateo of the legendary poz cum shots, this felt like the most HIV he had ever deposited up a guy’s ass and the deep fulfilment of a successful breeding showed on his face as he beamed a smile at his husband Ric, furiously stroking his own fat, pierced pozzing stick. Mateo finally finished shooting his strains deep up Matthew’s cunt and withdrew for his husband’s turn back up Matthew’s hole to upgrade the young doctor and in just a few strokes of his poz pole deep up Matthew’s ass, Ric followed up his husband’s cum-gusher with a poz fountain of his own HIV inside Matthew’s hole. Matthew, his head buried in the mattress just repeated “breed me, poz me” mantra he repeated every few seconds of the anal assault by the two toxic alpha breeders. Finally, when it was over and both men had done their best to impregnate him with HIV, Matthew turned and saw the two breeding bulls behind him, still stroking their still-hard poz cocks, but Mateo was motioning for another person from the back of the empty store to join them. Matthew wondered what was going on and as he raised his head to see who was approaching, he saw not one, but two men advancing, one a familiar face and one he did not know. “Matthew,” his nurse Keith announced, greeting his employer with a slap on Matthew’s butt. “These guys invited us here to watch but now I think I need to fuck as well. Keith free-swinging poz member, the one that fucked Matthew all those years ago at the glory hole, the one that sent Matthew into a panic at the very thought it might have been a pozfuck and that sent him to the Student Health Center for post-exposure meds, was now poised to enter and drill more poz seed into Matthew’s cunt. His thoughts about who the other man was went out of his head, and Matthew lay back down on the bare mattress and braced himself for another rough poz fuck from his own nurse, the hot hairy nurse Keith. If he had time to think, he’d consider how each man’s fuckgame was a bit different. Ric was fond of deep driving strokes and long and slow pullouts only to drive it back up hard and rough. Mateo, on the other hand, was more of a jackrabbit fuck, with short, staccato rhythms and several pauses to view his handiwork on a man’s pussy. This new fuck from Keith was different still, combining both Ric’s deep “to-the-hilt” technique with Mateo’s short stabbing technique every few minutes. All three men and their varying pozfucks sent Matthew over the edge and his own negative cock, which he hadn’t so much as touched since the all-out anal poz assault began, was streaming a steady stream of jizz onto the mattress. Keith was nearly finished with his handiwork inside Matthew’s cunt and let out a roar, saying “Finally I get the one hole I’ve wanted for years!” and then leaning down to Matthew, pulling him close and whispering in his ear, “since that night at the glory-hole, am I right,” followed by a torrent of HIV transferring from hunky nurse Keith into the warm wet insides of Dr. Matthew. Once Keith’s thrusting and pulsations of hot viral seed were fully deposited inside Matthew’s cunt, Mateo called over the 4th man, an older guy, tanned and ripped, Matthew surmised, from years of working outdoors. “This is Miguel,” Mateo explained. “My Dad. He’s high-viral poz, too, thanks to my husband Ric here,” Mateo continued, looking at his beaming husband and father. Matthew for a moment, through his fuckhaze, looked confused and Ric stepped up to say “It’s a long story,” laughing with his fellow poz buddies, as Miguel stripped off his T-shirt to reveal 2 huge bio-tats and 4 dark Xs across his hairy belly. He then undid his jeans and unleashed his own poz monster, the next one to go up the silky smooth, cum-filled pussy of Dr. Matthew. Miguel’s own fuck strokes were a lot like his son’s – fast, sharp and stabbing, but also with intervals of deep, slow pozfucking as well, and Miguel, being a man who likes to take his time, savored the young doctor’s cummy hole for all it was worth, peppering his fuckdrives with a string of Spanish words. He banged that poz weapon into Matthew’s ass for a full 10 minutes and then exploded with a cum-gusher full of toxic, poz, unmedicated seed, ready to bloom inside the young doctor’s hole. Dr. Matthew felt full of poz cum and yet wanted still more. “More,” he chanted. “Give me more,” he repeated. “More poz, More and More…Must join the Brotherhood, Must join The Ten,” he went on, fidgeting and squirming. “Sir,” came a voice. Again, “Sir,” followed by a tap on his shoulder. “Sir, we’re about to land in Los Angeles. Please return your seat to its upright position and fasten your seat belt for landing.” His eyes bolted open…he was still on the plane from Boston, about to arrive home in L.A. There was no Ric or Mateo in a mattress store, no Keith, and where had he heard of Mateo’s Dad Miguel? Keith must’ve mentioned it at some point. That mall where it all went down – that went out of business 5 years ago! Furiously adjusting himself under the airline blanket to try to make his rock hard cock go down, Matthew said “It was all a dream,” he said to himself, only it was loud enough for the flight attendant to hear. “Yes, sir, I think you were dreaming. Was it a good one?” the flight attendant asked with a smile. His nametag said ‘Calvin.’ “Yes, Calvin,” young Dr. Matthew replied, “it was a really nice dream.” “I should think so, you were saying some special things, Sir,” Calvin answered with a smile and a wink and a further pat on Dr. Matthew’s shoulder, then he began to turn away, and as he turned, Calvin lifted up his button down shirt at the waist to reveal 3 dark X’s tattooed across his mid-section. Pointing at them, he said to Matthew, “I know just what you mean, Sir,” he said with a devilish smile, before resuming his duties with the other passengers in business class. Matthew remained in a poz-desiring stupor as he deplaned, passing by Calvin who slipped him a note with his number on it, all the way to the baggage claim, where he was met by none other than one of the alpha bull poz predators from his dream, his hot hunky nurse Keith, who greeted him with a hug. Matthew then and there said to his nurse,” I need it from you, today and always. Poz me up, Keith.” END OF CHAPTER 6

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**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** CHAPTER 5: BUSTIN’ LOADS IN BOSTON The presentation went well, Dr Matthew was well-practiced at delivering his speech, the attendees didn’t suspect a thing, he thought confidently to himself. Afterwards, his fellow medical professionals came up to him with congratulations and kudos. Professionally, he felt fulfilled. After all, nothing in his talk was contrary to what he believed as a doctor or what he tells his patients now – there are ways to avoid contracting HIV and he is an advocate for prevention – IF that is what his patient desires. Was it that last qualifier about patient desires that he sneaked into his speech at this last minute, perhaps delivering a small window of doubt for some attendees? Dr. Matthew didn’t think so, and he collected his check for his speaking fee from the organizers and dialed Solomon’s number for a ride to Logan Airport. Stepping outside, he now saw it was snowing heavily, after just being fairly mild in temperature in the morning, a cold front moved in and Dr. Matthew hoped his plane back to LA would not be delayed. Of course, Matthew was hoping Solomon had time to stop the car in his favorite Boston alleyway and plant some more toxic AIDS-seed deep up Matthew’s guts. Since arriving in Boston 3 days ago, Matthew had been gifted with Solomon’s special seed 6 times, whenever their schedules made it possible. Matthew knew enough to know that a few hot fucks in the back of an Uber, or in his hotel room, probably weren’t sufficient for conversion, but his aim now was to take every unmedicated HIV load available, and Dr. Matthew’s tight little body and smooth butt were inviting targets for insemination by poz predators like Solomon, proud pozfather of 25 already. The six loads of HIV the hot African man blasted into his guts brought Matthew’s known poz intake to 140 loads, and he was hellbent on getting one more for the road. He was lost in this fantasy daydream as Solomon’s car pulled up to the event center. The tall Nigerian Uber driver leapt out and they hugged tightly and then he placed Matthew’s suitcase in the trunk. Matthew was just about to get into the back seat when a voice from the event center entrance called out his name: “Dr. Hill, are you off to the airport? My ride got cancelled for some reason, do you mind if we share a ride?” It was Dr. Mitchell Greene from New York, a colleague in the world of HIV-medicine, a steadfast promoter of safe sexual encounters, Dr. Greene had teamed up with a gay podcaster to be a regular guest on his show and offer advice to neg and poz guys alike. It is here that Matthew, being the caring individual he is, immediately thought not of himself but of a colleague needing his assistance, and he called back to Dr. Greene, “Of course, Mitch, you’re welcome to share!” And as soon as he heard himself saying that, he had twinges of regret, for now this was just a ride to the airport, and not a ride on Solomon’s huge poz-toxic member. But what was done was done, and Matthew accepted it, knowing he was due to start regular HIV inseminations from Randy back home in LA. Dr. Greene handed Solomon his bag and as Solomon turned to share a regretful look over at Dr. Matthew about this unplanned guest, Dr. Greene reached up to close the hatchback of Solomon’s RAV4, and as he did, his polo shirt rode up just enough to reveal a furry stomach and a biohazard tattoo! Spying this, Dr. Matthew tried to keep his cool, for he didn’t know if the tat meant Dr. Greene was toxic or on meds. Plenty of his patients immortalize their HIV with a bio-tat, or a scorpion, or a radioactive symbol, but then go on meds. Dr. Greene could be one of those. Settled in the back of the RAV4, Dr. Matthew initiates a chat with his colleague: “So, what did you think of my presentation, Mitch?” “Oh, it was great, Matthew. I really liked the section about guys resisting peer pressure and staying on PrEP for their safety. So much of gay culture and porn has shifted towards gift-giving, we should be advocates for our patients to resist that.” “If that’s what they want,” they both said at the same time, eliciting laughs. “Dr Matthew sensed an opening, and his slight change in tone also perked up Solomon in the drivers’ seat: “What if that’s not what they want, Mitch. How do you deal with that?” “I tell them to get it out of their system. I think you know as well as I do that once the idea of poz gains a foothold in a guy’s mind, it’s almost impossible to stamp out.” “Unless you succumb to it,” added the curious doctor, hoping to elicit agreement. “Oh, I succumbed years ago,’ Dr Greene replied, lifting his shirt and displaying his bio-tat on one side and a scorpion on the other. “I commemorated them here,” pointing to the poz ink. “Nice scorpion, Mitch,” Matthew answered, reaching out and tracing it with his hand. “Does it still sting?” “It never stopped stinging. I’ve been poz 10 years and never any meds. I take good care of myself and I know what to look for if that starts to change. Until then, I’m not inhibiting my gift, as long as so many hot chasers want it…like you, I think. Am I right, Matthew?” With that, Mitch took Matthew’s hand and thrust it in his crotch, Matthew feeling the poz cock as it expanded against the fabric of Mitch’s jeans. Mitch had Matthew’s number, that’s for sure. And Solomon, from the driver’s seat adjusted his rearview mirror and also adjusted the growing poz snake in his pants, unzipping them and freeing it so it can rise to full mast in all its poz glory. “Boys, shall we find a place to exchange some HIV?”, Solomon asked from the front seat. I would love to get one more dirty load into Matthew before the airport. I know a place,” to which Mitch and Matthew just grunted assent, for they were locked in a deep poz-neg kiss with Matthew’s hand down Mitch’s trousers and Mitch reaching for Matthew’s negative hole. A few minutes later, Solomon pulls up to an airport-adjacent motor lodge. “This place is discreet. A lot of guys hold their cumdump sessions here since the motel staff looks the other way,” Parking the car and telling them to stay there, Solomon darts into the motel office and a minute or two later he emerges with a room key – this place hasn’t gotten around to keycards yet. He gets back in a pulls his car around the back. “The clerk is a buddy of mine, very poz…he’s giving us the room for free if we let him breed you, Matthew. I told him you didn’t have a say in the matter…he’ll be over shortly. Solomon opens the dumpy motel room door and Matthew is led over to the bed, Mitch pulling down the young doctor’s trousers and pushing him down hard on the lumpy mattress…Quite a comedown from the 5-star hotel in which Dr. Matthew was staying in downtown Boston, but the poz hunger had taken over inside him and in no time he was presenting his still-neg hole for Mitch’s hard HIV pole. The second doctor drove it deep inside his younger colleague, not stopping when Matthew yelped a bit and bit the pillow. “When you poz up, you’ll understand, Matthew,” the more senior physician told him as he thrust his poz cock deeply in and out of the young doctor’s hole. “You just can’t stop thinking about breeding and gifting and passing it on.” Dr. Mitch railed on Matthew’s neg hole a few more minutes, all the while his copious pre-cum led an HIV advance team on the young doctor’s insides, finally erupting with multiple shots of infected cum deep up the doc’s hole. Not stopping to let Matthew recover a bit, Mitch pulls his dripping member out and high-fives the waiting, jerking Solomon, tag-team style, and in no time at all, the massive AIDS-weapon of the Nigerian Uber driver takes the doctor’s place. Solomon is pile-driving it deep up Matthew’s mancunt, now coated with 10 shots of Mitch’s AIDS and soon to receive a new batch brewing up in Solomon’s heavy, heaving balls that slap against the doctor’s butt with every drive up Dr. Matthew’s pussy. Matthew turns to look back just long enough to see a new man, he supposes it’s the motel clerk, rail-thin, wasted, and jerking his engorged cock, waiting his turn up inside him to penetrate him with more viral jizz. Solomon at last begins to shudder and shake and violently erupts his unmedicated poison up inside Matthew, who feels about 12 spurts of HIV deep in his guts. Solomon, being the pro that he is, and in one motion, flips Matthew on top of him. Now Solomon is on his back on the sleazy motel bed with his pole still buried up Matthew’s ass, gobs of toxic cum oozing from the doctor’s cunt. He motions for the motel clerk to join him in a double-fuck of the young doctor and the dude, about 65 years of age, wastes no time and joins Solomon with his own AIDS-cock up the young doctor’s blown-out pussy. In quick time, they match their strokes, Solomon and the seedy clerk alternating their pistoning as Matthew’s own cock wildly helicopters around, pre-cum flying everywhere. The men inside Matthew both reach their pinnacle, Solomon’s second load announced with a guttural growl and a string of words Matthew doesn’t understand, while the motel clerk just deeply grunts with every spray up Matthew’s ass of his toxic cum. Mitch, watching this scene, and ready with another brew of AIDS-cum for the young doctor, moves in as the motel clerk withdraws and Mitch blows his second load deep inside his young colleague, still also impaled on Solomon’s member. “Hey, guys,” Mitch announces once his dripping pole is back in his pants, “I’ve got a flight to catch,” The three men disengage; the motel clerk having left once he loaded up Matthew. “OK, boys, let’s get you to your planes,” Solomon announces. At the airport, among the falling snowflakes, there was a short yet emotional scene with Matthew and Solomon as the young doctor thanked the Uber driver for loading him up so many times. By his count, he got 8 loads of HIV-riddled cum from Solomon, and 2 more from his professional colleague, infectious disease specialist and disease carrier Dr. Mitchell Greene. And a bonus one from the older, wasting motel clerk. Dr Greene back on his flight to NYC, and Matthew on his to LA, texted a few times, Matthew just expressing his thanks and sharing his poz load count since his chase had begun 3 short months previous. “With you, Solomon and that motel clerk, I’m up to 145 loads, and I’ve never felt more alive or sure about anything!” “Yep, that’s how it gets you, buddy,” Greene wrote back. At your rate, you’ll surely get there…Just glad to be of some help!” Matthew settled in to sleep for the rest of the flight, reclining in his lay-flat seat and soaking up the viral loads from the three men. As he drifted off, he traced his chasing journey all the way back to college listening to Ric and Mateo in the dorm showers. His own journey was taking some time, that much he knew, but also knew he would get there. For up next was the poz father to over 20 men, the infamous member of The Ten, Randy…and Matthew could hardly wait. END OF CHAPTER 5

totally! Gotta build that family tree ourselves, one poz branch at a time!

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 4: “Uber-pozzing” “Keith,” Dr Matthew Hill began, into his phone as he drove home from LAX “who’s next for me?” For as much as it was frustrating that none of the breeders so far had gotten Matthew over the line to poz status, it was also the hottest, sex-filled period of his life – he had put behind him all his hangups and scolding himself for his thoughts…he would embrace the chase and have fun getting to the destination. Since Matthew was Keith’s employer, he felt it unprofessional to have Keith fuck and breed him, even though Keith was certifiably a hot poz toxic stud. But Keith had a contact list of dozens of hot gifters, some of whom Keith himself gifted into the brotherhood and some of whom he regularly recharged strains with. Keith set him up with Randy, Dr. Matthew’s patient. Any professional separation that Matthew adhered to in not fucking with patients went out the window when Keith forwarded over Randy’s pics. Of course, Matthew the conscientious doctor had seen Randy undressed before, but Matthew the HIV-chasing cumdump had never seen videos of Randy in action, thrusting his pierced pozzing stick inside some chaser’s hole. The couple of videos of Randy that Keith sent over showed Randy with only one X tattooed on his stomach, meaning at that time Randy had successfully infected “only” 10 guys. Yet Dr. Matthew had just seen Randy a few weeks ago and he had 3 Xs inked there, so Randy was a proven poz predator with an enviable conversion record. An established member of “The Ten,” Randy got the special gift from Keith a couple of years ago, and since then has been a prolific breeder and seeder or any neg hole in his path...or any oblivious cumdumps that don’t care if the guy’s shooting live ammo out of his poz cock. They set up their first session for 2 weeks hence. Dr. Matthew had an upcoming medical conference in Boston to attend – something that was set up well before he started on his bug-chasing path. He was even scheduled to give a presentation. In all his recent obsession with chasing the elusive HIV upgrade, Dr. Matthew had totally forgotten he made a commitment to present his research on “Managing and Preventing HIV Peer Pressure Among LGBTQ+ Patients.” He laughed…It was a paper he’d written over a year ago, and had gotten it published in a couple of specialized medical journals – it was all about how his practice had seen an upsurge in patient’s deliberately getting pozzed and what LGBTQ+ doctors could do to work against that mindset. But that was back when he knew about chasers but didn’t approve, well, didn’t approve on one level and was totally obsessed by it on another. Now he was totally going against everything he had written in that paper and he was loving every minute of trying to get pozzed. Still, there was a healthy fee for his appearance and he would be able to see some of his colleagues there, so he resolved to go, give his paper even though he knew he didn’t believe in it anymore, collect his fee and enjoy Boston for a few days. He was sorry to have to delay the start of Randy’s exclusive pozzing opportunity. He had been secretly lusting after Randy just from seeing him as a patient, even before Dr. Matthew began his quest for HIV infection. On the flight to Boston, his thoughts strayed from the presentation he was set to give, and kept coming back to Randy and his poz cock full of beautiful HIV. He knew Randy was a proven poz gifter so he held out hope that after the other guys who tried, Randy would be the one. Dr. Matthew’s own cock strained against his jeans and he shifted a bit in his airline seat to cover it from the prying eyes of his airline neighbor. Arriving at Logan Airport, Dr. Matthew claimed his bag and opened Uber to get a car. Soon, he was outside waiting for Solomon in a blue RAV-4, license plate TXC10. After a few minutes, he sees Solomon’s car pulling up to the curb. Solomon opens the trunk and emerges from the car to help with the bag. Dr. Matthew eyes Solomon up and down, all 6’4” of him, sinewy, with dark skin and a close-cropped hair with 3 small braids on either side of his gorgeous, smiling face. “I will take your bags now, Matthew,” he says in an accent Matthew can’t quite place. “And then off to the hotel,” Solomon adds. “Get comfortable, Matthew,” Solomon says, welcoming Matthew into his car. Along the way, he strikes up a conversation about why Matthew is in Boston, and hearing the reason, turns off the car’s music and adjusts the rearview mirror so Solomon and Matthew can make eye contact through it. “HIV prevention?” Is that still something people are trying to prevent,” asks a grinning Solomon. A provocative question indeed, thinks Matthew. “Definitely,” the young doctor replies, “there are ways to be sure to avoid transmission of it, such as daily or monthly preventive medication…and then there’s abstinence, of course.” “But that’s no fun,” Solomon answers back quickly, “I always believe we men need to spread the wealth,” if you know what I mean, grabbing his crotch for emphasis. “This has a mind of its own,” he said, holding his cock within his jeans. “If you have the time, let me show you what it can do,” the Uber driver stated. Not 10 minutes later, Solomon had pulled off the main road and into one of the alleyways that Boston is known for. Dr. Matthew had succumbed to the thought of Solomon’s big black dick, which he sincerely hoped was toxic, plunging into his ready hole. Solomon unbuttoned the fly on his jeans and let his fuckstick free. Joining him in the back seat, Solomon did not disappoint, with his enormous and fat uncut cock, already hard, presenting itself. And when he pulled off his T-shirt, emblazoned across his mid-section were 2 inked Xs. Solomon was a member of the brotherhood of The Ten – for every 10 successful pozzings, another X gets inked. “You want this toxic cock?” he asked, as if there was even a doubt in Matthew’s mind. The young doctor had pulled off his clothes and threw his legs up, his twitching hole anticipating the pending intrusion of Solomon’s poz monster cock. He didn’t have long to wait. Solomon just spit on his hand, rubbed his expanding pozzing stick and went inside, the near-dryness of the fuck scraping and scratching against the young doctor’s insides. He yelped in pain but Solomon, like all of The Ten, disregarded the doctor’s pain and drove it further up his mancunt. Dr. Matthew bit his lip and closed his eyes and resolved to take the poz man’s cock and load no matter the pain. After a few minutes of brutal fucking, Solomon withdrew his AIDS-dick to view his handiwork. Flecks of red dotted his cockhead which was streaming with pre-cum filled with his toxic HIV. He brought some of the pre-cum up to the young doctor’s lips and Matthew tasted the viral load inseminating him now. Solomon resumed his fucking, at least now the unmedicated precum oozing out of his dick provided some lubrication and Dr. Matthew relaxed enough to be able to enjoy the pounding that Uber driver Solomon was dishing out. “I would so love to be the one to poz your pussy,” Solomon breathless exclaimed as he got close to erupting inside Matthew’s neg hole. “My favorite thing in the whole world is pozzing up twinks like you. I got 22 men and 3 women carrying my poz babies forever.” Gripping the young doctor closer to him, Solomon is pile-driving the viral cock deep up the doctor’s hole and about 10 shots of infected toxic, high-viral, unmedicated cum coat Matthew’s mancunt as Solomon shudders and moans in delight, as Dr. Matthew’s foot pushes and flails against the car window as Solomon finishes emptying his poz bullets into the young doctor, the seed already infiltrating the recipient’s bloodstream. Sweat dripping off Uber driver Solomon and onto the young impressionable doctor the two collapse into a hot wet heap of manhood, Solomon’s poz cock slowly softening inside Matthew. Solomon withdraws it from the doctor and reaches into the seat back pocket and pulls out a small plug and replaces his cock with it in Matthew’s ass. “I keep these plugs here in the car just for this…keep them viral babies inside you so they can get to work,” he says, fumbling for his clothes and then opening the back door of the car to return to the drivers’ seat. Matthew busies with adjusting his clothes back on and sits up, the plug in his hole keeping the HIV gift from Solomon where it should be. Solomon is grinning from ear to ear as he laughs at the debauchery of it all. He’s got the car going again and looking back in the mirror says to Matthew “Any time you need another load of my strain while you’re here in Boston, you let me know.” They arrive at Matthew’s hotel, the young doctor wiped out from travel and from the brutal ass-pounding that the Nigerian Uber driver Solomon just inflicted upon him. But he is happy, for another load of HIV cum is soaking into him. Will this be the day he joins the brotherhood of poz predators? He sleeps soundly that night in his hotel, even if he feels conflicted about delivering an address to a room of fellow physicians about strategies for patients to avoid peer pressure about HIV, knowing he succumbed himself weeks ago. As he drifts off, he recalls remembering Ric and Mateo in college pozfucking dozens of guys with abandon, making a whole brotherhood of poz men to gift and share. And now he knew what they and Keith and Angus and Mack and Solomon knew, the pull of POZ was strong, the brotherhood was calling out to him day and night and nothing would deter him from pozzing up, and having some fun in the process. End of Chapter 4

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**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 3: Zero for 135 All during the drive home from Palm Springs, even when traffic slowed to its inevitable crawl once he hit West Covina, Dr. Matthew’s head was spinning…he had taken about 18 certifiable, unmedicated and toxic loads up his hole the day before, including 4 from his mentor, Dr. Dan Martinelli. Were there a few moments when he said to himself “What have you done?” Definitely there were…but then the voice in his head reassured him that this is what he wanted, he got into that sling willingly and his own cock shot multiple loads of cum while the poz guys gang-banged him, and later while Martinelli bred him 4 times with his poz seed. It was his destiny and he didn’t want to deny it any longer. So any doubts in his mind were doused and he knew he was on the right path to becoming part of the brotherhood. As an infection disease doctor, he also knew poz conversion from fucking was still relatively unlikely and it’s highly unusual to turn poz from just one night. Yeah, he would wait for the “fuck flu” to hit in a few weeks but he wasn’t confident it would hit, not yet,anyway – so he wasn’t confident, but was hopeful. No, the only way to ensure his getting over the line and seeing 2 red lines on a test strip was to keep taking poz loads. And he knew just who he should speak to about that. Arriving early at the office on Monday morning, Matthew poured some coffee for himself and waited for Keith to arrive. He had sent a text on Sunday afternoon asking Keith to come in a few minutes early as there was something he wanted to mention to him. “Hey, Doc,” Keith greeted him, breezing in and ready to work as always, his ultra-confident manner and eagerness to start a new work week always impressed his employer, Dr Matthew. Keith was looking especially hot this morning in his tight blue scrubs and with the lower part of his radioactive symbol tattoo peeking out under his sleeve. “How was your weekend, Doctor?” the nurse asked, settling in the chair on the other side of Matthew’s desk and sipping his coffee. “I wanted to tell you something, Keith”, the doctor started hesitantly. “It’s not a work thing, it’s more of a personal thing,” he said, shifting in his chair. Keith could sense the young idealistic Doctor was uncomfortable. “I went to Palm Springs,” he began, “specifically the men’s club over in Cathedral City. I enjoyed myself more than I ever have before, and I took about 18 loads of poz cum, including 4 from Dr. Martinelli.” He had blurted out the words, not stopping to gauge his listener’s reaction or thinking about the appropriateness of telling an employee this information. “Oh, yeah, Dan called me Sunday morning,” Keith said, a sly smile “welcome to the chase!” Dr Matthew looked up with a start. He was surprised that even Keith and Dan Martinelli knew each other, but as he thought about it, he realized ‘of course, they are part of the poz brotherhood that has sprung up.’ “What did he say, specifically?” was all the young doctor could utter as he processed this information. “Just that you’re on the chase now, and he helped you out. He said I should aim to help you as well, if you’d be into that…unless it would be awkward since I work for you.” Still kind of reeling from this info, Dr Matthew simply said “Yeah, it’s probably best we don’t mix work and pleasure like that, Keith. But maybe you can put me in the path of some of your poz buddies who can help me out.” And that is how, two nights later, Dr. Matthew had an “appointment” with a friend of Keith’s, a burly Scottish man named Angus who pozzed up himself about three years ago from Randy, a founding member of The Ten. Angus had just earned his first X tattoo and was looking for more conversions from his potent HIV cum. Angus volunteered to be the dedicated gifter to young Dr. Matthew for 6 weeks, and for those weeks they met two or three times per week, every time Angus loading up the young chasing doctor with high-viral seed. Dr Matthew, being the somewhat obsessive person he was, kept a “pozzing spreadsheet” and by the end of the 6 weeks, it showed Angus has deposited 45 loads of HIV into Matthew’s mancunt. Most of their sessions began the same way: Matthew would prep his hole and come over to Angus’ apartment and assume the doggy position, which Angus favored. Frequently, a toothbrush was used to scratch up Matthew’s pretty little hole and then Angus would unleash his uncut poz weapon inside the young chaser’s ass. It was more clinical than anything romantic but still Matthew’s neg cock would spurt forth a couple of loads of cum as Angus’ thick uncut poz pole plundered the young doctor’s neg mancunt. Angus, like all of The Ten, was a proven poz multi-cummer and one fuck per night simply wouldn’t do, and in a few minutes the burly Scot would be back up the young doctors pussy to inseminate more toxic seed. And it went on like this for those 6 weeks, yet Dr. Matthew still had no signs of the fuck flu he was all too familiar in seeing in others. For all of Angus’s efforts, his strain did not imprint inside Matthew’s body. Matthew figured it would happen, but even after 45 loads of infected Scottish seed, the deed had not been done…in terms of poz results vs poz loads taken, he was now 0 for 63. He admitted to himself a bit of discouragement. Every home test would only display one red line, never two. Angus had to travel to the UK at the end of September, so Keith set Matthew up with a new dedicated donor: Mack, or “Sir Mack,” as his social media accounts proclaimed was a dominant black Daddy type, originally from Trinidad, who had been pozzing chasers in Miami for years now, with a great track record, Sir Mack and his 10-inch pierced pozzing stick had brought over 30 guys into the brotherhood, an effort dedicated with 3 dark X’s inked across his mid-section, as well as a biohazard symbol on each arm and a scorpion with a bloody red stinger emblazoned across his chest. Mack threw a mean fuck into whoever’s hole was in front of him, and as with all members of The Ten, he could cum buckets, and repeatedly in a single pozzing session. Mack had decamped to California for a few weeks to film content…his fan pages were wildly popular, with thousands of guys subscribing to see Mack roughly plow faceless bottoms into poz status. Sir Mack, therefore, eagerly accepted the gig from Keith to poz up the young doctor…he had a particular fixation on infecting medical professionals and turning them into poz cumdumps and gifters. He counted 8 nurses, 3 physical therapists, 4 respiratory therapists, 2 psychologists among his poz progeny, all of whom have further passed the gift to countless others. Now he would get a Medical Doctor, and an HIV specialist at that, to breed and gift into the brotherhood, and he could hardly wait. Keith warned Dr. Matthew that as hot and sexy as Angus was, Sir Mack throws an entirely different fuck into a bottom – Mack is rough and dominant and when he wants to fuck and breed his HIV into someone, nothing stops him. “You’re basically just a hole when you’re in Sir Mack’s vicinity, Doc,” was what Keith told the young HIV chasing doctor. “He threw me around like a ragdoll when we fucked, so brace yourself. You’ll love it, but it’s a wild ride.” As he drove to Sir Mack’s rental house, Matthew was nervous but excited. He would have been happy if Angus had ended up his pozfather, but since that didn’t happen, he was eager for Mack to convert him. Matthew had decided he wanted to know his gifter, the man who would shoot his HIV into his hole and turn the chaser in him into the newest member of the Class of 2025 poz brotherhood. As much as he had liked the Cathedral City gangbang from Frankie and Co., he wanted a deep connection to his gifter, to know the strain that pozzed him. Would it be Sir Mack? His hole twitched in anticipation. He was also expecting a dominant Daddy-type to do to him what Keith described – throw him around like a ragdoll. So, imaging his surprise when Sir Mack opened the door and greeted Matthew with a deep kiss and hug. Whereas Angus would greet Matthew fully naked and hard, ready to AIDS-fuck, Mack greeted him at the door fully clothed and, in fact, wearing an apron, and embraced him deeply followed by a tender kiss. “What was happening,” Matthew thought to himself? “I thought I’d make you some dinner, since you’ll be here awhile,” Mack explained, walking into the kitchen and stirring a large pot bubbling on the stove. “Of course, we’ll eat after we take care of business,” Mack said, turning back to Matthew and smiling a 1000-watt smile at him. “There’s some wine there,” he said, pointing to an opened bottle of red. “Help yourself.” “You look a little stunned, Matthew,?” Mack asked. “It’s just that I think I expected a different sort of welcome,” the young doctor replied, “I had heard you would be very rough.” Mack chuckled “Oh, that’s just my fan content stuff…gotta maintain the stereotype. When you look like me, guys expect a certain scene. Did Keith tell you that? Yeah, I fucked Keith a few times on the fan page…that was ‘content,’ this is different. This is more real, just you and me. If I’m gonna be your poz Daddy, I think we need to establish more of a connection, don’t you?” Matthew was relieved to hear this and his hole twitched some more. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get those clothes off and get into bed,” Mack told the young doctor “I’ll be up in a minute,” he said, switching off the stove burner and moving the pot into the oven. Matthew did as instructed, got into bed and was fingering his twitching hole, his cock expanding as he heard Mack’s footsteps on the stairs. “Leave your hole to me,” Mack said, seeing Matthew fingering it. And with that, Mack gently turned Matthew onto his stomach, hiked up his legs and ass and ate out the young doctor’s negative pussy for about 10 minutes. Matthew was in ecstasy at this – Angus almost never rimmed him, or for very long, and Mack’s caring treatment of Matthew’s hole had him so relaxed and open, like no one had ever done prior. “You’re ready,” Mack finally announced and Matthew felt the first of Mack’s 10 thick inches penetrate his waiting cunt. “Little bit at first, I have wanted in this pussy for a long time, I want to take my time right now,” Mack told him as Matthew braced himself for the remainder of the pierced HIV club Mack was pressing into him. At Mack’s command, he breathed deeply and Mack used that to slide the rest of the fat AIDS-cock into the young, impressionable doctor. He was in up to the hilt now. Typical of all The Ten, Mack’s cock was precumming like crazy, already spreading his HIV into the young doctor. Slowly, Mack began to piston it in and out of the hole, Matthew writhing in pleasure and moaning into the pillow. Mack took his left arm and brought the young doctor up close to him…”Feel that cock in there, Matthew? It’s bringing you right into the poz brotherhood,” he said repeatedly as he picked up his pace and soon was plunging the poz weapon deep inside the young physician. This went on for awhile, longer than Frankie, or Dr. Martinelli or Angus ever lasted up inside Matthew’s neg mancunt, but Mack was having too much fun and pleasure to want to stop now and the deep drilling continued for another 15 minutes without a break, the young doctor squirming and moaning in pleasure. Finally, the moment came for Mack to impregnate Matthew with this viral load and as usual with Mack, it was a gusher – Matthew, in his daze, could feel 11 or 12 shots of pure venom unloaded into him from the powerful Trinidadian Daddy, but honestly it could have been more than that, he was in such bliss knowing this titan of a man was loading him up with pure poz seed. Mack shuddered and thrust his cock deeper, as if to get every drop of HIV into the young doctor and then finally withdrew and rolled Matthew over onto his back and beside him. “We’ll go again in a few minutes,” he said “You know, I’m good for at least 3 more loads, and you’ll be getting them, and then we can eat,” he said, passing Matthew a glass of water. “Stay hydrated and hold that seed in your hole, Doctor. I’ll be adding more shortly.” The process went on for another 3 hours, as Mack would deeply rim the gaping hole, tasting some of his own AIDS-cum and bringing it up to Matthew to sample as well. Then, more deep and prolonged fucking and loading up the doctor’s hole, which by the fourth plundering of the evening, was blown out into an O shape, HIV-cum clinging to the walls. Mack thrust a lucite dildo up into the hole and told Matthew to keep it there. They finally went down to eat and drink some more wine, Matthew was spinning out in his head at the thought of Mack’s potent seed already possibly doing it’s work on his body, penetrating its defenses and converting the chaser into a successful poz brother. And this was what happened every few nights for the entirety of the 6 weeks that Mack was staying in Los Angeles. By Matthew’s spreadsheet, he had received 72 loads of Mack’s AIDS-seed, so imagine the disappointment at every home test showing only the one line of negativity and not the two red lines of beautiful HIV positivity. Eventually, Mack’s short-term lease was up – in addition to his working to poz Matthew, he had filmed dozens of hard-driving fuck scenes with scores of guys for his content pages, so it was finally time for him to return home to Miami. There was an emotional scene at the LAX departures lobby as Matthew wept softly into Sir Mack’s broad shoulders at not converting by him, but Mack reassured the young doctor. “Do not worry, son, it will happen, and when it does we will celebrate,” and with that, he was through security and out of sight in the crush of the airport. Matthew pulled out his phone to look at the spreadsheet…by Matthew’s calculations, this meant 135 loads of cum, from the gangbang in Cathedral City, from his mentor Dr. Martinelli, from Angus and now from Sir Mack had failed to upgrade Dr. Matthew into the poz brotherhood. Class of 2025 might have to wait until Class of 2026! He knew what he had to do: He dialed Keith’s number. End of Chapter 3

For sure. Doctor Matthew is just beginning...he'll get there and he'll have LOADS of fun on the journey

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter 2 Dr Matthew froze for a few moments. This must have been the guy who loaded him full of poz cum a few years prior. He remembered every detail and almost nightly, for over 7 years, has played it back in his head before falling asleep. For it was then, at night, tired from long days of preaching safe sex and PrEP use to his patients, that the encounter with the biohazard guy at the glory hole would puncture his steely resolve, and memories of Keith’s huge poz weapon penetrating and unloading pure HIV seed into Matthew’s hole. Of course, it had to be Keith who was on the other side of the partition, who else would have that license plate? He made up his mind, right then and there, not to hire the tall, hot nurse with the full beard and tufts of dark chest hair spilling over the top of his scrubs, his buff arms straining against the material. “No, don’t hire him,” he said to himself “no matter how good a nurse he might be,” he had convinced himself. Or so he thought. “Welcome to the practice”, he found himself saying to Keith 20 minutes later. Keith had handled himself well in the interview, answering all the questions and even strongly implied that he could bring in a following of new patients who would need HIV care, but not going into details about how and why they’d be newly poz patients. Dr. Matthew heard all of this on one level, but inside his mind he was replaying that quickie at the arcade with this gorgeous specimen of manhood who unbeknownst to Keith had planted his poz pole up Matthew’s ass and seeded him deeply with a huge load of toxic HIV cum. Dr Matthew struggled to keep his composure, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as his cock was responding in an unprofessional NSFW way. By every measure, Keith became a model employee and was quickly advanced to the Head Nurse position. To Dr. Matthew, he became indispensable. And sure enough, Keith would refer a lot of new patients to Dr. Matthew’s practice, all gay men and almost all newly pozzed. Most of them would get put on meds right away and be content with that. A few, however, deferred meds until “some point in the future,” as a lot of them would say. Dr. Matthew, being the open-minded doctor he had trained to be, and wanting to be responsive to his patients’ needs, listened carefully and would always advise guys to start meds, but if that wasn’t their wish, he would counsel them on how to stay healthy and not spread the virus. It went on like that for a couple of years, preaching meds, or safe sex and condoms and as soon as Dr. Matthew would finish up and leave the exam room, he’d head back to his office, close the door, and grab his expanding cock and jerk it furiously at the thought of poz guys loading him up with HIV. He knew in his head it was wrong, but his cock said otherwise. Eventually, he started noticing guys coming back for follow-up appointments with biohazard or scorpion tats on them, usually just above crotch level or prominently on one bicep or both. Even a few guys boldly had the words “HIV” or “AIDS” tattooed on them. Then, the dark Xs started making an appearance as tats on guys…and they began to proliferate on their subjects. Eric, a new patient Keith referred, even had 5 Xs branded across his abdomen. And fewer and fewer of his newly pozzed patients would start meds right away. He felt his education of his pozzed patients starting not to take hold with them and wondered what he could do or say differently. On the first day that new patient Randy came in, Dr. Matthew delivered his standard speech about meds and Randy said he’d get the Rx filled right away. Matthew watched as Randy left the building and threw away the pamphlets and the prescription in a trash can. Randy returned late on a Friday afternoon about 6 few months later for follow-up labs and he noticed 2 black Xs inked across his mid-section. Finally, he worked up the courage to ask: “Randy, if you don’t mind my asking, and you can tell me to MYOB, but what are the Xs meant to represent?” Randy, already a veteran poz father to over 20 men, spoke up and for the first time, proudly and unashamedly articulated the concept of The Ten to the young idealistic well-meaning doctor. “Each one stands for 10 guys I’ve helped into the brotherhood of HIV,” doc”, Randy explained. “Every 10th guy we poz, we get another X marked on us. There’s a whole brotherhood of guys pozzing chasers. It’s an incredibly powerful feeling knowing your HIV is gifted to someone else!” Dr. Matthew had suspected this was the case, as so many of Keith’s friends came in as new patients, all of them poz – some of them to go on meds, and some not. Still, the idea that there was an organized group of men doing this was way beyond what he could comprehend. His mind was reeling at the thought of Randy and Keith and all the other hot poz men he’s been treating. He hurried through the rest of the appointment, only pausing to look at and explain to Randy’s his viral load numbers and they were impressive…Still, Randy was in good health and professed no symptoms other than a greatly enhanced libido, for which he smiled at the thought. “Doc, since I went poz,” Randy explained “I’m thinking about breeding every hour of every day…if a day goes by where I don’t blow my poz load inside at least one dude, I’m an unhappy guy. Luckily, nearly every day I get to fuck at least one chaser…and I wouldn’t have it any other way, Doc!” This was the last appointment for the week, and he saw Randy to the door, then turned back to his office, the lab printouts still in his hand. The young idealistic doctor took the papers to his office, locking the door behind him and closing the shades on the window. He laid the papers on his desk, sitting in his big chair and quickly unbuttoned and lowered his pants. His cock was already rigid and as he looked at the results: Viral Load, CD4 count, and thinking of all the men in this burgeoning group called “The Ten,” rejoicing and spreading HIV at will…he could not control his cock or the thoughts racing in his head. He stood up and with a few final frantic tugs on his hard member, he blew his load over the papers, the neg load pooling right where the Randy’s HIV numbers were. He felt possessed by the thought of going POZ…he knew it was wrong on so many levels but once the idea imprinted itself in his brain, he couldn’t help it - he felt powerless to resist. He knew he was a medical professional with a reputation to uphold , so he decided that if he was going to indulge in bug-chasing, he would at least go out of town to do it, where no one he knew might see him. That’s why early Saturday morning, he was on the I-10 to Palm Springs. Atypically, traffic was mercifully light, and in a bit over 2 hours, the young doctor rolled up to the Cathedral City Men’s Club, a place he had heard about from Keith. A banner inside the entrance proclaimed “PIG WEEK 2025 .” He went into the office and there was one available room left. The desk clerk alerted him to the shower hose in the bathroom for prepping one’s hole, and told him where the “play areas” were on the grounds. One hour later, Dr. Matthew ventured over to the play area which was a black tented area, the entrance obscured by thick heavy curtains. He went in and let his eyes adjust from the bright desert sunshine to the dark environment. He was ready, he was going to take any and all loads that these Palm Springs guys had to offer. Finding an available sling in the corner, he settled in it, his feet in the stirrups and his near-virgin hole exposed. Did he know what he was doing or how to act in this place? Not entirely…but his hardening cock and twitching hole led him into the sling. He closed his eyes and waited. It wasn’t a long wait. Soon, a warm hand was fingering at his hole, then a warm tongue flicking and finding its way inside him. He moved with the motions of the guy rimming him and finally opening his eyes, saw the man positioning his hard raw cock at Matthew’s opening, forcing its way inside and settling in balls-deep inside the young idealistic doctor who knew in his head this was wrong but was powerless to stop it. The guy fucked him for awhile but then vacated his hole for another dude in a sling to the left. Dr. Matthew was briefly disappointed but within seconds a new guy took his place inside the young doctor’s hole. “Oh, it’s like a try-out all the merchandise for these guys,” he thought to himself as the second man withdrew and moved on and was soon replaced by a 3rd cock in his ass. And this went on for some time, until the very first man to penetrate him returned and resumed his fucking of Matthew…With his eyes acclimated to the dark, he made out the outline of a scorpion tat on the guys pec. This was a poz cock he was getting! The guy heaved and huffed and finally announced that he was going to breed the young doctor: “Take that dirty poz load you fucking whore!” he exclaimed as eight or nine shots of toxic semen got blasted inside Matthew’s guts. A few of the top men gathered around, Matthew recognizing the 2nd guy from earlier who said to the breeder as his load was delivered into Matthew’s butt: “Nice, Frankie, get that unmedicated seed up in the little bitch,” and with that Frankie pulled out and the second man went back inside the doctor “I’m gonna blow, take that poz cum, you little fucking slut!” This brought a few more men to cluster around the sling and soon enough Matthew had four, then five, then six poz loads up his hole. The men were relentless in their fucking…no sooner would they drop a viral load in the young doctor’s cunt would they move on to whoever was in the next sling and repeat the insemination there. Was it really like Randy and Keith said that the virus demands multiple breedings and wills it to be so? Medically speaking, he knew that didn’t really make sense, but here was contrary evidence as these poz unmedicated viral men repeatedly blew their dirty loads up Matthew’s ass, and also his sling neighbors. This went on for over 2 hours during which Matthew figured he’d taken at least 15 loads of viral cum from about 10 guys. The guy they called Frankie contributed 5 of those and from what Matthew could tell, Frankie spent a lot of time fucking the other guys in the room, but only would load up Matthew’s hole. “I wanna give my HIV babies a fighting chance up in that newby cunt of yours, kid,” Frankie said as his 5th load of HIV cum was blasted into Matthew’s hole “increase my odds that it’s my strain that’s infecting you into the brotherhood, pig!” Finally, Matthew’s blown-out hole had had enough and as the crowd of men had thinned out, the young idealistic doctor took himself out of the sling and, unsteadily at first, made his way to the exit. Frankie, spying him as he was leaving came up to him wielding a lucite buttplug. “Here, get this up that bug trap of yours, brother…let those AIDS-loads soak in, you don’t wanna lose any,” and he roughly bent Matthew forward and the plug found its way inside Matthew’s blown-out cunt with ease. Matthew retreated to his room, his mind abuzz with what he had done. He was so excited and keyed up that, finally falling onto the motel bed, his cock once again sprang to life, and shot a hands-free load of neg cum up into the air. “Was this my last neg load, or my first poz one,” he wondered to himself as he relaxed, plug in place holding all that HIV inside him. After a long nap with the plug inside him, Matthew started to feel hungry…he hadn’t eaten all day, so he took himself to a local bistro…his mind was still swirling at what he had done but his hole, wet with poz cumloads and stuffed with Frankie’s buttplug, felt sated. He was looking over the menu when he heard his name. “Matthew?” someone called. He looked up and there was his mentor, Dr. Dan Martinelli, from whom Matthew had bought the medical practice 2 years earlier. “What are you doing in P.S?” Martinelli asked, as Matthew motioned for his mentor to join him and Dan sat across from him. “Just a quick getaway,” the young doctor replied “I needed a little holiday…and what about you?” “Oh, as you know, I live here now…I’m meeting some friends for dinner, they’re in town for a…convention,” he said, “at the men’s club down the road. Oh, here they come now.” Matthew looked up from the menu and past his mentor Dr. Martinelli, to see none other than Frankie and 2 of the other poz men who just a couple of hours ago, blew their toxic cum up Matthew’s ass. Matthew thought to himself how retirement agreed with Dan Martinelli, with his salt-and-pepper hair and beard and his tall frame, with the same green eyes. He was rocking a hot body for a man in his 60s…thin but muscular in his sleeveless T and shorts. Frankie and company approached and greeted their friend Dan. “How do you know this little cumwhore, Dan?” Frankie asked, in his usual booming voice, to which Martinelli spun around and said to Frankie “Him? You mean Matthew?” “Fuck yes! We spent the afternoon loading up that little bitch with HIV, and he took 5 loads alone from me, and a lot more from these guys” Frankie announced, pointing to his friends. “Why, Matthew, a man of hidden talents,” Martinelli smirked at his young protégé. Frankie and his entourage moved over to their table, and Martinelli turned back to Matthew and said “I need to go join them, but when did you start chasing, Matthew?” “I guess you could say it started today in reality,” he replied “but it’s been building inside me for awhile.” Dr. Martinelli nodded in agreement:“Yeah, I spent my career trying to keep guys negative, but once I retired, I stopped my meds so I could pass the gift around, and I’ve never been happier.” and with that Dr. Martinelli lifted up his shirt and revealed several bio tats and a dark X tattooed on his furry midsection. “Got my 10th poz son just a couple of weeks ago. Such an incredible feeling to create poz sons with your strain!” With that, Martinelli joined his friends, greeting each of them with a deep kiss and laughing at the depravity of pozzing up guys at will and dropping HIV loads into the little idealistic doctor. As Matthew resumed looking at the menu, his phone buzzed: a text from Dr. Martinelli: “Hey, you want some more loads? I didn’t get to go to the Men’s Club earlier, but my cock is gonna burst if I don’t get some relief. Balls full of HIV babies for you, kid. Meet me in the parking lot…now!” Dr. Matthew and Dr. Dan Martinelli met 30 seconds later in the parking lot, Martinelli taking his protégé’s arm and leading him behind a dumpster. “Right here, in the open?” Matthew said as Dan was leading him by the elbow “don’t you think…” “I’m not asking permission, whore,” Dan interrupted. “We’re doing this right here and right now, my balls are gonna fucking explode. When you poz up, Matty, you’ll understand. It takes over your whole being, to breed and seed and replicate,” he said, loosening Matthew’s belt and dropping his pants. A hard push on Matthew’s back sent him leaning against the wall, and Dr. Dan unbuttoned his own jeans and spit on his raging boner. Removing the buttplug Frankie had shoved inside Matthew’s cunt, and with the benefit of the streetlamp above, Dr. Dan could see Matthew’s gaped hole glistening with AIDS-cum from Frankie and Co. The buttplug also glistened with the cumloads of so many men who fucked and bred the young doctor and Martinelli shoved it into Matthew’s mouth. “Taste that poz cum straight outta your hole, you little bug-chasing bitch. You like taking those bugs, boy?” he said as he positioned his HIV pole against the young doctor’s hole. “Here are some more for you,” and he plunges his toxic fuckstick up inside Matthew, the cum already up there making it silky smooth and inviting. “Oh, baby boy, I’m not gonna last long in this cummy pussy of yours, get ready for my poison load. Pure high-viral unmedicated AIDS-cum for your greedy cumhole.” Dr. Dan thrust deeper up Matthew’s cunt and delivered fresh shots of HIV inside the young doctor, about 9 cumblasts in all. “I’m super viral now that I stopped my meds over a year ago,” I know we’ll never know for sure, but I hope it’s my strain that turns you,” he said, shuddering and shaking with his cock depositing the last few drops of HIV inside Matthew. He withdraws his cummy pozzing stick from the young doctor’s hole, replacing it again with the buttplug. “I’m going back to my friends now, whore,” he says, reaching for his phone. “I’m texting you my address. I’ll unlock the door with my phone app, just make yourself comfortable. By ‘comfortable’, I mean ass up and waiting…I’m not done with you.” Dr. Matthew did as instructed, and 90 minutes later, Dr. Dan returned home and found the young doctor ass up and waiting. Over that night, Dr. Dan forcefully filled his cunt with 3 more loads of HIV that evening and finally at 3am released him from his dominance and Matthew returned to the hotel wiped out, his happy hole remaining plugged, absorbing all those sweet viral loads. He would have a lot to tell his nurse Keith on Monday morning but for now, Dr. Matthew Joon Hill, noted safe-sex and condom advocate, who had written thousands of prescriptions for PrEP to his patients, went to sleep with about 18 poz loads soaking into his hole. He slept sounder than he had done in years. End of Chapter 2

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** The character of “Dr Matthew” appears in a couple of chapters of my previous story “The Ten,” and is briefly mentioned in another of my stories “Recharge: Nachladen,” about the Berlin sex party: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/77207-the-ten/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/91253-recharge-party-nachladen/ “Ric” and “Mateo” appear in several of @chi4loads’ stories, including “Ric’s Freshman Year,” and,” and “Ric's 2nd Year At University,” with gracious permission from @chi4loads. Thank you! [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/75558-rics-2nd-year-at-university/ Dr. Matthew’s Slow and Gradual Conversion Growing up, Matthew Joon Hill was a total bookworm, fascinated by science and biology. Straight As in all scientific subjects matched with a quest for knowledge put him on the path to become a doctor. It felt to him that this is what he was meant for in life. High school flew by for him in 3 years as he got to skip a grade. He mostly ignored any taunts of “nerd,” or “faggot” from high-school bullies as he had his science books to escape into. First chemistry, then biology were fixations for him, and when it came time for college, having aced all his entrance exams, he had multiple schools trying to recruit him for a pre-med track. From all his studies, young Matthew J. Hill didn’t think he had any time for a social life, but once he got to college he discovered, to his surprise, that both guys and girls were attracted to him. Despite his middle name meaning “handsome” in Korean, he was fairly oblivious to the way he looked, but his ½ Korean, ½ Scandinavian heritage had made him fairly exotic among his lily-white high-school. Today, he might be called a “short king,” as he stood all of 5’7”, but he had a tight lean body from years of running track in high school – his only non-scientific activity. And so in college, he hadn’t thought of himself as attractive but one day early in his freshman year, his dorm neighbor Ric who lived down the hall, made a surprising admission to Matthew: “Matty, you know, Mateo and I think you’re really hot.” (Mateo was Ric’s boyfriend, and together, they had quite a reputation among the dorm for their sexual conquests). Matthew was vaguely aware of their exploits – one couldn’t reside in the dorm without hearing of their notoriety – but again, as he was basically blind to his own attractiveness, he went about his business with his nose buried in a book. The only time he wasn’t studying was when he would run on the school’s track - he had a routine of running 4 miles per day augmented with push-ups, squats, lunges and some exercises on the gymnastic apparatus in the middle of the track oval. Matthew the pre-med student never saw the inside of a gym but got in great shape on that track, his body burning energy while his mind concentrated on equations and formulas. “All that running you do, Matty, has put you in great shape, dude,” Ric said to him one night. Ric and Mateo were very explicit when it came to sex. If they wanted you, they flat-out told you – if you weren’t interested, they were fine with that and moved on. But if you showed any interest, they filled you in on the rest of their plan: they were both poz and unmedicated and their favorite thing to do was to spread it to anyone looking for what they called “the upgrade to HIV”. A few times, they would regale Matty or anyone around to listen with their tales of meeting up with chasers at the glory hole arcade on the edge of town. Apparently there was one cubicle there where all the chasers knew to go to get an anonymous poz load of sweet HIV cum delivered up their hole. “Anytime you want it, Matty,” we’ll be happy to help you into the brotherhood,” Ric offered that night. Matthew, still not convinced of his own sexiness, and being perpetually polite, shrugged it off. Of course, he knew from his studies what HIV could do to someone and although Ric and Mateo, as well as most all the guys in his dorm, would now and then catch a roving eye from Matthew, he felt he had no time for a social life and even if he did, he certainly wouldn’t do anything he felt was unsafe. It was with this history, of doubting his own sexiness and committed to science and the understanding of “safe” vs “unsafe” behavior, that pre-med student Matthew Hill became a strong advocate of condoms - and for sex he considered “safe.” He knew he was swimming upstream on this, as gradually HIV infection rates in L.A. were rising again, after years of decline, becoming the “in” thing to have among some gay men in Los Angeles. He even heard about guys getting tattooed to mark themselves as POZ. In fact, more and more guys he would see in the dorm’s shower area would be marked with bio-tats. Ric and Mateo, with their prominent tats, were real-life examples for Matthew of how attitudes had changed. He also heard this in Biology class from a Sociology Department guest speaker, explaining how “fatigue” of certain practices, be they vaccine-fatigue or condom-fatigue were taking hold in certain places, and how scientists had an obligation to try to break through that mindset. With this in mind, he decided he would become an Internal Medicine specialist with a medical practice geared toward gay men. As much as Matthew Hill believed in “responsibility,” and “safe-sex,” he wasn’t participating in any sex, safe or otherwise. A few fumbled encounters with a friend from high-school that really went nowhere, and once or twice he spied a guy in the dorm’s showers or in the locker room after his run, and his cock would grow hard and he’d yank it quickly to make the impulse go away with his load going down the shower drain. It’s not that he was impervious to sexual feelings, but he just wanted to dispense with them quickly so as not to detract from his studies. He said to himself there would be time after he gets his degree to find someone. One night, after a late run, Matthew heard Ric and Mateo entering the shower area, bringing a third guy into an adjoining cubicle. Matthew leaned his head to one side to better hear them over the running water: “Get ready to convert, pig,” Ric said. “Yeah, gonna infect your ass,” Mateo chimed in. “Yeah,” Ric continued,” we’ll start with the toothbrush treatment, then open up your hole with our poz dicks. You’re gonna love being poz!” “Mateo, you’re already pre-cumming like crazy,” remarked Ric to his BF. “Get that HIV seed into this pig’s hole.” As they were fucking the guy, Matthew was torn…On the one hand, as a dedicated medical student, he was disturbed that these guys were intentionally trying to infect this guy with HIV. As for the other hand, Matthew looked down and it was wrapped around his stiff cock and jerking furiously. “Will one fuck really do it”? he heard the guy breathlessly ask Ric and Mateo, who were taking turns on the dude’s pussy with their infected cocks. “Nah, probably not, Keith,” one of them replied. “We gotta fuck our toxic cum into you a few times for it to take. But when it does, you’ll be so happy. Nothing better or more powerful than spreading the gift.” “Here it comes, pig,” he heard Ric say over the sound of moans and running water. “Welcome to HIV.” Even if we don’t turn you tonight, it’s already turned you in your mind.” With that, Ric withdrew from the guy’s hole and Mateo immediately took his place. “Fucking that viral load from my boyfriend deep into you, whore,” he told the guy. “And here comes one of my own,” as he unloaded his HIV up the guy’s hole. For both Ric and Mateo, one cumshot was never enough, and they rearranged themselves and each went back up Keith’s ass for a second impregnation, and from what he could hear in the next shower stall, Matthew realized that Keith wanted to get HIV – it was his choice to pursue it. He was begging Ric and Mateo to “knock him up.” Matthew’s cock grew even harder and suddenly produced a huge hands-free load of neg cum, a bigger load than he ever thought possible, against the glistening tile and he watched it snake down the shower wall. These sessions with the guys and Keith became a regular thing, occurring two or three times a week, and after blowing a huge load just listening to them, Matthew would go back to his dorm room and try to fall asleep, even sometimes opening his biology textbooks to the section on HIV infection, but the intended effect of being repelled by what the textbook explained did not sink in. Instead, upon reading about transmission of HIV and the inevitable path to AIDS-status, his cock would get hard again, pulsing and throbbing for attention from his hand until another load of his cum shot forth. And when sleep eventually would arrive, images of being dominated by the infamous Ric and Mateo would invade his dreams as they toss him around between their hard toxic cocks. Instead of the never-seen Keith getting impregnated by them, it was he himself being deeply bred with pure unmedicated HIV loads, and then Matthew would wake up in a sweat and he’d discover his cock had blown yet another load during the reverie. Eventually, the shower sessions with Keith stopped. A couple of weeks later, he was eating his lunch and Ric and Mateo were sitting nearby - he heard them say “Keith got 2 lines on his test,” as they high-fived each other. In the waking hours of daylight, his thoughts occupied by science, Matthew was deeply horrified and ashamed at his apparent fascination with guys pozzing each other on purpose. Yet at night, once sleep came, he had the same dream of Ric and Mateo and now Keith (even though he had never met Keith) doing the same to him. Then, one night, after a boring Science Department function, where he, unusually for him, partook of a glass of wine, Matthew Joon Hill, the pre-med student, had an urge that wouldn’t wait until bedtime, and he found himself driving his car to the adult movie arcade Ric talked about. Summoning up his nerve, he ventured inside the establishment, paid the entrance fee and went forth into the dark. Lighted arrows on the dark floor being the only guidance, he made his way to a small room, basically a cubicle, and with the key they gave him upon paying, he opened the door and stripped off his clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. “I’ll just look around, I won’t do anything,” he said to himself, his mind trying to convince his cock and hole which were yearning for man-on-man action, like he heard all those times with Ric, Mateo and Keith in the shower room. His cock was already rigid and tented up the towel. “Just taking a look around,” he reassured himself as he walked through the darkened rooms, lit only by the vintage porn playing on screens on the far wall. “Won’t do anything, just checking it out,” again he told himself. Moving into the glory hole area, Matthew stooped down to peer through the hole at crotch level. Nobody was there but he heard footsteps coming toward him. “OK, get out of here now,” his thoughts told him. But before he could leave, he felt a hand through the opening reach out and grab his hardening cock. Matthew trembled at the touch of another man, it had been so long since this occurred. He looked down and saw his cock as hard and engorged like it had never been. “Is that my cock?” he actually thought to himself “has it grown?” The hand continued holding his hard cock and Matthew wordlessly moved closer and put it through the opening. “This was actually happening”, he said to himself, as the man swallowed his rigid pole in one breath and was sucking on it furiously. Matthew’s mind went blank for a moment, and then he pictured the hot fuckers from the next shower stall, Ric and Mateo and Keith to be sucking him and swapping poz talk in the process. His cock reached the inevitable climax, shooting a huge load down the man’s throat. The guy greedily swallowed the load and inhaled the still-stiff member of Matthew’s as it shot the remaining few drops of seed. “You want the gift, dude? Turn around,” the man ordered, freeing his mouth from Matthew’s spent dick. In a haze, and without questioning, Matthew turned around and offered his hole to the opening in the wall. He felt the quick application of cold lube on his virgin hole and before he knew fully what was happening, the guy’s huge raw cock was inside him and pistoning in and out of Matthew’s cunt. A brief interlude of pain was soon replaced by a feeling he had never felt before, as the man’s hard cock pummeled his insides. His mind wavered between saying “make him use a condom,” and mental images of Ric and Mateo as he had heard them pozzing Keith. After a few minutes of this, he felt the man’s cock grow even harder and felt about 9 pulsations of warm seed flooding his hole. Matthew shuddered and shook as his own cock, now hard again spurted forth another load, hands-free, splattering the opposite wall of the cubicle 3 feet away. His cock had never felt so big, so engorged and he never shot a load like that before. Once the guy withdrew from Matthew’s virgin hole, the guy leaned forward to the opening and said to Matthew “Thanks, brother, enjoy that gift I gave you, hope it takes,” Looking back through the glory hole, he could just make out a bio-hazard symbol tattooed on the guy’s furry abdomen, just above his dripping cock, surrounded by 2 dark Xs tattooed around it. As the reality of what had just occurred started to sink in, Matthew hurried back to his cubicle, got dressed and was out the door of the sex club, walking to his car when it hit him. Just then, he saw the guy who had just loaded him also leaving and getting into a classic silver Mustang, parked under a street lamp, then he saw the license plate as well: PZZNGUP. “What did that mean, ‘the gift’?” he wondered. “Could that guy have been HIV positive?” “What did that bio-hazard tat mean?” The thought he might have just taken a toxic-poz load scrambled his mind as he drove, and he had to pull off the highway for a moment. His hand reached between his legs and felt his cock stiffening again. Clearly, he was feeling deeply conflicted between what he knew to be true on one level and what he felt deep inside. The next morning, he went to the Student Health Center for post-exposure meds, and in the light of day, he vowed to himself never to do that again, never to succumb to temptation, and never even to interact with Ric and Mateo again. The self-scare tactic worked, and indeed it worked for years. He had no further sexual encounters of any kind once he resolved to suppress those feelings. And with the same single-mindedness that got him through both high-school now college in 3 years, he graduated with high honors, and got into prestigious UCLA Medical School for 3 years of intensive study, followed by internship and residency and then he joined the thriving private practice of Dan Martinelli, MD in West Hollywood. In time, Dr Matthew, as all his patients, 95% of whom were gay men called him, found a boyfriend and even moved in with him for awhile. Jim and he only ever had condom-sex, and it often left Matthew unsatisfied, feeling like he was missing out on something. His loads, when he did cum, were weak dribbles rather than projectiles like that time at the arcade…that time he still thought about, all these years later. His work consumed him, though, and after 2 years, Jim moved out, telling Matthew he didn’t want to be with a workaholic anymore. And then, a few months later, when Dr. Martinelli wanted to retire from the practice and move to Palm Springs, Matthew had accumulated enough capital to buy the business outright, and the first order of business was to hire a few new nurses. He held interviews with many candidates in the conference room which looked over the parking lot. One day, a nurse candidate drove up and parked in front of big window, ready for their interview. Matthew looked at the next name on the list: Keith Connolly. Matthew watched him get out of a vintage silver Mustang and walk to the entrance. It was then he saw it. The guy’s license plate: PZZNGUP End of Chapter 1

Nicely done!

me too. it was the Steamworks in Berkeley about 15 years ago and it was my boss's boss on the other side of the GH.. He had a nice fat cock and shot a huge load down my throat. he never knew it was me but i know it was him as i cracked open the cubicle door as he was leaving his booth and got a good look.

My kind of party!

I love these 2 devious and horny roommates....and they have the right approach - let the thought bloom in one's mind before allowing it to bloom in one's body.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Certain assumptions in this story about any person are simply fantasy and fiction. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** --PART 2-- “Hey, Wolfgang,” Mikey says as he saunters out of the shower, naked, with his fat cock dangling down. “Or should I say ‘William’”? Wolfgang whips around from washing dishes and turns to see Mikey holding his PrEP bottle. A look of horror crosses over his face. “Seems like you’re shooting blanks, there, Willie,” Mikey closes in on the stunned man, reaches him and grabs his cock in his hand. “Yeah, you threw a good fuck into us both with this fat hog, and I appreciate that,” he starts, “but you’re not even POZ and what’s worse is you’re on fucking PrEP to stay negative!” “You misrepresented yourself,” I tell William/Wolfgang. “Don’t sugarcoat it for him, Chris,” Mikey says to me “he fuckin’ lied about being POZ/toxic, about being able to poz us. “But I like you, William,’ Mikey continues, stating his real name with a measured but clear amount of contempt. ‘I think you can help us out, here, Wiilliam. You not being POZ seems like something the guys at Nachladen might want to know about, huh William?” William looked beseechingly at us and said “Please, don’t say anything to them, boys…Yeah, I lied…I’m a chaser just like you and I want to stop taking those pills – I got scared a couple of months back and I went back on PrEP, but I was overthinking it and I know I want to stop and poz up. He takes the pill bottle from Mikey and empties them out into the trash, pouring water over them to dissolve them. “That’s the last of them.” “I reside in Berlin 2 weeks every month. All my tats, and what we did earlier is my fantasy of how I hope one day soon to poz up young guys looking for HIV. I’m not AIDS-wasted, I’ve just always been this skinny and vascular. I’m sorry, guys, what can I do to make it right?” “You can get us into, or tell us how to get into Nachladen, “Wolfgang,” and we won’t say a word about it to anyone. Unless you want Carsten to know….” God, how I loved Mikey, he had some balls, I thought to myself, wishing they were full of hot deathjizz. “No, please never tell Carsten…anything but that,” he pleaded. “There’s one more thing you can do for us, William,” Mikey continued “you can get your ass back in the bedroom and take our cocks.” With that, Wolfgang/William puts himself face-down on the mattress and Mikey, lubing up his fat hog with Energie-Lube, heads straight for William’s hole, his engorged cock pushing through any resistance and he plants himself balls-deep up the imposter’s ass for a brutal fucking that I know only Mikey can deliver. Seeing my boyfriend pound out William like this, and imagining it was a hot poz cock about to spew HIV, got me horned up again and I motioned for Mikey to flip the guy over so we can double-fuck his hole. Mikey and I kind of specialize in double-fucking a manhole, as we can perfectly alternate our strokes and our cocks just go together, except of course for the missing element of being POZ. Soon we have our rhythm going and it just feels too fucking good and each of us blow another load into the William’s fuckchute. As Mikey is pounding out the last few drops of sadly-negative seed, he adds another condition to the bargain: “And we want two free cases of Energie-Lube sent to our home. That, and you get us into Nachladen and we’re all good, ‘Wolfgang’” Wolfgang/William is bronco-busting on our still-hard dicks up his cunt and his 10-inch geyser spurts a huge load of cum into the air. The dude writhes off us and we all collapse in a sweaty, cummy heap. “I like you, Wolfgang, you throw a mean fuck,” Mikey tells him, “but don’t go back on our deal…or else Carsten will find out you’re shooting blanks.” And with that direct threat to William/Wolfgang, Mikey had our plan to get into Nachladen…William was both a (supposedly tox-poz) member and a vendor for the party. As we talked, he told us how he falsifies his lab work with AI so he can get into Nachladen’s front door and past Carsten. But when he delivers his supplies, he enters in the back of the club with a passcode at the locked back door – that was our ticket in. --1 WEEK LATER-- The night of the party, we’re in the back of a taxi headed to Nachladen. When we tell the driver where we’re going, he just smiles and says “Yes, I’ve heard of it. He hands us a card with his number on it; Klaus. “I’ve been trying to qualify for membership at Nachladen for some time now. Maybe sometime you boys can help a chaser out?” AT THE BLUE DOOR Saying to Klaus we wanted to walk the rest of the way, he dropped us off about 1km away, so under the cloudy night sky, we scampered over the fence and through the field toward the back of the building. A single dim floodlight did little to illuminate the door, but Wolfgang’s directions were good and soon enough we were at the door, Mikey holding the slip of paper with the passcode, his shaky finger nervously poised to enter the combination. “Is this real, Chris, can this be the night we join the HIV brotherhood?” He is trembling a bit with anticipation. In the dim light, he struggled to read the paper and press the darkened number keys on the entry lock. “6, 2, 9, 0, 7,” he recited as he pressed each key. Nothing happened except for a short buzzing noise. That wasn’t it. Scanning the paper against the dimness, he corrected himself “6,2, 9, 6, 7,” that’s it.” Still nothing but the buzz. “Give it to me, Mikey, you know your eyes are bad without your glasses,” I said snatching the paper. “I’m surprised you don’t have this memorized.” “Here we go,” I said, “this will be it: “6,2,8,6,7,” I recited. BINGO. The keypad flashed green and beeped affirmatively three times. A lock inside the door opened with a click. I pulled the handle and the louder techno music flooded out and we both recoiled back a bit at the aural intrusion. “C’mon, Mikey,” I urged to him, “let’s go,” and we stepped inside the dark hallway beyond the door. Red exit lighting was about all the light we had, as we left our phones at the hotel. Phones weren’t allowed and as Clay told us, if Carsten or any of his fearsome guards spotted a phone, you’d get thrown out and blackballed from future parties. The hallway was shrouded in heavy black curtains on both sides and according to Wolfgang’s instructions, we had to walk about 100 feet to the back of the stage, where sometimes live sex shows would take place. It was straight down this hall 100 feet, then another door on the left and we could slip into the main hall from behind the stage where we’d be subsumed by the throng of naked AIDS fuckers. We hurried down the hallway and approached the door, ready to go into the hall, and stripping off our clothes along the way, throwing them in a pile behind the curtain. But suddenly, from another door emerged seven or eight naked men, all with biotats and all with leather bio-haz harnesses and fat metal rings around engorged cocks, most of them with thick PAs glistening in the bare light. They’re followed by another hot naked guy holding a video camera. “C’mon guys, lets get this show started!” one of them called out and they opened the door and proceeded through to the stage area. Apparently, a live fuck show was about to begin – the music got turned way down as a voice from above introduced the hot fuckers. Too afraid to pay attention to the announcement, Mikey and I ducked behind a curtain as they passed, and pretty soon we heard shouts and whooping from the main hall. As we crept to the door to open it a crack, we saw the filthy AIDS-fuckers already pawing at each other, fucking and sucking and eating hole in a variety of positions while images from the guy’s video camera were projected on the split-screens above them gave the assembled throng a birds-eye view of what was happening. We figured now was the time, as the performers were distracted by the swirling mass of poz-toxic bodies as they formed and reformed in new configurations. As we stepped through, determined to stay to the left to avoid being noticed, a veiny arm grabbed me and threw me into the scrum of writhing sex gods assembled on the fuckfloor. Someone else grabbed Mikey and soon our mouths were roughly pulled opened to accommodate fat, pierced toxic cocks and we could both feel tongues and fingers on our neg holes. “These boys want to join the show, brothers, and they look like new meat to me!” one of them shouted to his mates over the din. Breaking free for a second of the hard, already precumming cock in my mouth, I looked up at the guy and to my amazement, it was poz porn god Tony Bishop, and with a devilish grin, he was now flipping me around, pointing my ass at his fat toxic tattooed cock. “Let’s recharge these boys, brothers,” and with that Tony dove his poz weapon deep up my pussy, never once stopping to let me acclimate or get reasonably comfortable to take his pozfuck. But fuck that, I was being pozfucked by none other than Tony Bishop! I soon relaxed and accepted the hard, deep pounding Tony was throwing down on my mancunt and my mind was swirling to think I might receive the beautiful gift of prime porn-star POZ viral, unmedicated seed. I looked over for my boyfriend Mikey and he’s getting similarly pounded out by a super tall, bald, visibly wasted guy with what looks like 10 inches of positivity thrusting in and out of Mikey’s neg cunt. I began to realize that Mikey is getting poz pipe from the infamous doorman Carsten! The other guys in the swirling mass start switching off and Tony dismounts off me, only for my ass to be replaced by the rest of the AIDS-poles in rapid succession…now they’ve got Mikey and me on a rotation, with one diseased fucker going after the other on our holes, and I’m desperately hoping they’ll bring us into the brotherhood. Soon enough, the videographer joins in the fun, mounting me from behind with a thick poz cock and at the same time projecting the image onto the screens above. Soon, it’s Carsten’s turn in my ass and Clay was right, the man does not disappoint, for he is pile-driving deep into my cunt as the images are flashed on the screen above us. Tony, meanwhile has his tatted bio-weapon deep up my BFF Mikey. I struggle to see their actions on the split-screen but soon I see from behind as Tony’s heavy AIDS-filled balls tighten up and the pounding gets slower and deeper into Mikey’s cunt. Finally, he pulses what appears to be 10 shots of HIV into my best friend and soulmate, loudly grunting while he’s inseminating. The men in the sex scrum shouting “Recharge him!” and some other stuff in a mix of English/German/Spanish and some other languages I can’t quite get. At last Tony withdraws his poz pistol from Mikey’s gaping pussy, little dribbles of the gift coating the perfect O Mikey’s hole makes whenever he’s been fucked good and hard. Carsten moves on from my hole and re-plants himself inside Mikey, pausing only to lap up some of Tony’s venom from the hole. Tony, being the famous poz predator he is, wastes no time and goes back up inside me, grunting and hollering with all the men while Carsten unloads his poison into Mikey, the crowd watching erupts in applause and men all over the main hall resume their bacchanal of HIV fucking and seeding, shouting “Recharge” in their various languages whenever one erupts inside their brother’s hole. And while Tony continues drilling his toxic cock deep inside my hole, my mouth gets a rotation of fat HIV-laden cocks one after the other roughly face-fucking me. Tony is bucking and thrashing on top of me, pinning me down against the sweaty and cummy rubber of the black floormat, and with a growl, unleashes another unmedicated load, which feels like 12 or so shots of infectious HIV deep in my guts. He whispers in my ear “Get used to it, kid, we’ve only just started violating your hole.” The mass of men re-forms and without allowing us any recovery time, proceed to fuck and breed Mikey and me further. These fuckers’ cocks never go down and always shoot copious loads of the beautiful, bonding viral gift of pure HIV seed just needing a receptive vessel to bloom and proliferate. The videographer re-mounts my ass and drives his diseased load deep into me, all the while displaying the images up on the screen. He pulls his enormous cock out of me and my hole is truly gaped now with a steady drizzle of infected seed oozing out. But it’s soon filled by another of the sex show guys and every drop is driven back inside me. Maybe there is something to Wolfgang’s claims about Energie-lube, I think to myself as I’m passed yet again between hard-driving poz tops and fucked and bred again and again. Between Mikey and me, these 8 studs have bred us a cumulative 20+ times. The show reaches it’s end and the screens flash away from the stage and begin again with poz porn from all over the world. Mikey and I are truly wiped out but ecstatic at what has happened. We stagger over to the small bar area for some water, and we run right into Wolfgang/William. “Hey, didn’t I tell you this place was incredible!” he says hugging us both and reaching around to our holes to bring some residual seed to his lips. ‘I didn’t know there’d be a sex show tonight, boys, but damn was that hot watching Tony Bishop make you his sons. And then that angry fucker Carsten and all the other guys. I bet you guys have both just been pozzed!” “I didn’t think we’d get as many loads as we have so far,” I marveled to Wolfgang/William. “Oh yeah, these guys can almost *smell* new meat at this club,“ William added “Of course, they think you’re both POZ and detectable, so be sure to play along and shout ‘Recharge” whenever you breed a hole here.” With that, Wolfgang/William rejoins the dancing/fucking/sucking throng, immediately getting bent over and pozfucked at by various dudes. The video guy approaches us and says we can get a copy of what he recorded if we want as he hands us his card: His name is Todd and we cannot wait to replay this incredible sex show for Clay and Uncle Randy back home. Mikey and I, now with some water and a quick convo with Todd to exchange contact info, head out onto the main floor and we make plans to meet back at the bar in 2 hours, but in the meantime, get as many more poz-tox loads as possible. My head is reeling with the possibility that this was the day of our pozzing and we made it happen here at the infamous Nachladen party. I love Mikey more than ever for being the devious twinky little fucker that he is and conniving a way to get us in here. Way more than 2 hours go by in a total blur as men, of all ages, body types and stages of HIV infection use my hole to impregnate me with deathseed. As I’m getting invaded from behind, guys are just backing up onto my rockhard member at will, in a frenzy of sex and fucking and continuous breeding. At one point, I’m in the middle of a fuck-train of about 10 guys, which keeps reforming as someone drops a load. Then, as the time to meet Mikey fast-approaches, the crowd parts and there he is again: POZ god Tony Bishop, who comes up to me as I am straddled across a fuckbench. Saying nothing, he mounts up inside my blown-out mancunt and drops another venomous batch of his AIDS-brew straight from his balls and through his tattooed cock into my hole. “How’d you get past Carsten?” he whispers in my ear, depositing the last of his toxic jizz in my cunt and revealing that he knows somehow I’m not yet POZ. “No worries, you’ll definitely be eligible once we’re all done with you.” “Recharge!” he shouts again to the assembled onlookers, who, as Tony moves away, jockey to begin yet another assault on my hole. I’m fucked and seeded about 30 more times, but honestly, at this point, it could be 100 more times for all I know, I’m barely aware anymore, but just know I’m being pozzed tonight and I’m gonna think always of my new pozfather Tony. I know it could have been a strain from any of these sick fuckers, but Tony was the first load I took tonight at Nachladen, so he’ll be the one in my book to have brought me and Mikey straight into the beautiful POZ brotherhood! It's past 7:00am when we stumble out of the club, after finding our clothes again and there’s a line of taxis outside in the bright sun. We see Klaus’s taxi and wave to him. He takes us back to our hotel and we make plans to meet up next time we’re in Berlin. 1 MONTH LATER – WEST HOLLYWOOD I’m relaying the events of Nachladen to my poz inspiration, the great Randy, a founding member of “The Ten,” and uncle and pozzer of his nephew Clay, our good buddy, who is off getting a new tattoo. I’m playing clips from the video Todd sent us on my phone for Uncle Randy to watch. We also made plans to go to the next Nachladen, but before we do, we’ll visit taxi driver Klaus and help a brother out. “I’m proud of you and Mikey, son,” Uncle Randy tells me. “What an evening! Here, let me look at your home test again,” he asks me, right in the same WeHo coffee shop where he in his day pozzed the whole staff. He holds the test up to the light and smiles broadly as he sees the 2 red lines, bright as day. Just then, Mikey arrives and shows us his paperwork from Dr. Matthew’s office: He’s high VL, or as the doctor’s hot gifter nurse Keith put it “toxic as fuck”—which he and Keith then did, right on the examination table. Uncle Randy displays the two home tests and the paper as well for the coffee shop customers, who all break out in applause. Guys start coming up to us with congratulations and to air-drop their contact info. Clearly, we’re gonna be busy pozzing up and/or recharging scores of dudes. Achievement unlocked! We exit, horned up beyond belief and needing relief. At this moment Clay walks up to us, fresh from the tattoo parlor and pulls up his T-shirt to reveal his first dark X branded across his torso. He deeply kisses his pozfather Uncle Randy, and says to us all: “Let’s go pozfuck.” THE END